Sunday, September 9, 2012 7:12:50 AM
As I reflect
on this day
the days past
I see I could have, would have, should have...
But, did I?
Not in this case.
I rest my case. My cause
In this case.
And must rest now
Septemeber 9, 2012
Tuesday, August 2, 2011 5:56:47 AM
here I sit to ponder loving and remiss tender, silent stillness… mercy and grace. mercy at grace. JMR August 2, 2011
Monday, September 28, 2009 6:03:14 AM
Around the lake I saw a love from long, long ago,... The wind so loud, it gushed forth a coming spring and, Lo- sweet, encouraging, mild, Yet, distinctive scent-- Wisteria, I only wishful know, but lilac’s waft was evident. How could it be, me sought, just now? As autumn runs out summer by force and winter’s fierceness, comes, no doubt, to bring confession’s sure remorse… But maybe only this for me, Perfume will carry on the breeze, the snowflakes only kiss my face 'til season spring meet me with grace? Ah, this scent was just for me. Lilacs strewn-- a lilac hewn, and carried on the breeze… JMR 09/27/09
Thursday, July 2, 2009 8:56:00 PM
At our fountain there she stopped spray on face and cares awash freedom fighting for her bread sing a song of hope instead little peasant, little doll hard to be part of the fall mom is broken, father gone spirit drink the freedom song-- hope beyond this simple place hope fulfilled in land of grace yet beyond this summer day face toward heaven, as fountain sprays... JMR July 2, 2009 HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY to all my AMERICAN FRIENDS and anyone else who loves our land...
Sunday, December 7, 2008 8:33:42 AM
The lovely fallen flower Redeemed by snowy blood The broken, dove sent For us, crushed and Risen Son! Beneath the backdrop beckons, And song behind the veil-- A choir of angels singing, By grace we'll find us there. Who could me?, found by Saviour, For you I'd gladly go-- but n'er, retreat and fallout, Your power or loss and woe. Till trumpet sounds and petals Revive from wuthering graves!, And pulled toward the heavens United O-- utter grace. JMR 12/07/08
Tuesday, November 11, 2008 4:35:34 AM
For, oh, the days of summer, To linger and to dwell-- Beneath the willow whispers Or atop a favourite hill, To relish all the fragrance beams From running sweat to blood red and raspberry rose perfume From blazing overcast heat To desert sun's heavy hue. The winter chill came over me, Joints locking firm in place Shuddering, windows rolled up fog Whilst colours of autumn's ballot casted grace. Back shades the memories, face faces bright Wintertime follies, white as snow Light. Till spring waters wash the dust off of days Of coldened discoveries from attic-torn place The sullied and withered, the wrinkled forlorn, Reserved till those waters wash darkness to dawn-- And it’s summer again. JMR 11/10/08